When the dogwoods start to bloom
And the crickets hum their tune
It's usually about the time
That I feel most alive
But the news has all been bad
And the world just seems so sad
I ain't had much else goin' on
So I sat down and wrote this song
Miss my mom, I miss my dad
Miss the road, I miss my band
Givin' hugs and shakin' hands
It's a mystery I suppose
Just how long this thing goes
There'll be crowds and there'll be shows
There will be light after dark
Someday when we aren't six feet apart
First thing that I'm gonna do
Slide on in some corner booth
Take the whole damn family out
Buy my buddies all a round
Pay some extra on the tab
Catch a movie, catch a cab
Watch a ballgame from the stands
Prob'ly overwash my hands
Miss my mom, I miss my dad
Miss the road, I miss my band
Givin' hugs and shakin' hands
It's a mystery I suppose
Just how long this thing goes
There'll be crowds and there'll be shows
There will be light after dark
Someday when we aren't six feet apart
I miss my mom, I miss my dad
Miss the road, I miss my band
Givin' hugs and shakin' hands
It's a mystery I suppose
Just how long this thing goes
There'll be crowds and there'll be shows
And there will be light after dark
Someday when we aren't six feet apart
There will be light after dark
Someday when we aren't six feet apart